You can also search on this page to see if your vet is owned by one of the the Big 3. (Use the search box rather than scrolling.)
Personally, I find the Vet situation in Canada to be dreadful, and I don't just mean the pricing. I had a friend take her dog to Dundas West Animal Hospital for teeth cleaning and a few hours later the dog was dead because they failed to hook him up to oxygen during the procedure. The dog died of cardiac arrest and after a months-long investigation proving their incompetence, the clinic was given a slap on the wrist. The vet still practices and there's no public record of the incident for people searching. Google even deleted the dog owner's review, presumably at the request of the clinic. They offered my friend a "maximum of three hours of grief counselling" and refunded her for the procedure that killed her perfectly healthy dog. It's a disgraceful industry with no accountability and the governing body has no teeth to make meaningful change.
Fantastic info and accompanying video footage of a Robin and their chicks.
Anecdote Alert
One morning, while hiking with my dog, I crossed Parkside Drive to enter Toronto's High Park when something in the sky drew my attention. It was a bird, but it wasn't flying; it was falling, and it hit the ground, hard. It was a Robin, choking on a worm.
I scooped it from the road before a car could squish it and I slowly pulled the worm from its throat. I waited while the bird lay motionless on its side. A few seconds passed and it regained consciousness, slightly stunned. It looked at me and I at it and we sat there for a moment, both of us thinking: Well, that was something!
The bird started to hop but seemed reluctant to fly. It took cover in some brush and stood there, looking at me. I picked up the worm and laid it near the bird, waiting to see if it would eat it again, but it didn't. It just stayed there, blinking. I imagined it was experiencing satori.
I rose, and Shakedown and I continued our walk.
That was four years ago, but I think of that bird every day because I pass that same stretch of road daily.
I like birds. I've always liked them. There is a Heron that watches over me called Gilgan that I've seen in six countries in one form or another. One day, I'll have a her tattoo'd on the top of my left hand. Two years ago, I swiped right on a Tinder profile because of a woman named Wren. It was a small movement, but one of the most impactful in my life, for we became great friends. Before meeting her, the word Wren summoned Auguries of Innocence, which I always incorrectly recall as "He who'd harm the little Wren / Can never be a friend of men."
Of course, the poem also mentions the robin:
To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour A Robin Red breast in a Cage Puts all Heaven in a Rage ...
This is a question from the smash-hit 80s board game Trivial Pursuit. My family played it often and one time this was the winning question for me. I concentrated as best I could, trying to decide. I'd seen plenty of robins, but I have minor aphantasia, meaning I cannot create moving pictures in my mind's eye. Think! How do robins move?
The sand in the timer was running out, so I figured I'd just guess and have a 50/50 chance of winning.
"Hop," I said.
My stepbrother-in-law, who was a monster of a man, was delighted to tell me I'd got it wrong. He showed me the card. The answer was Yes.
Donna Kalil has plunged into canals in the dead of night, straddled two-hundred-pound serpents, and been bitten more times than she can count—all in the name of killing a thing she loves and playing a game she can’t win.
Fantastic piece in Garden & Gun on Donna Kalil, a professional, full-time Python hunter. Don't like to read? Here's a short video. But you should read the article. How could you not with a pull-quote like the one above.
Yaren not only returns to Turkey every March, she returns to the same friend, a Turkish fisherman named Adem Yılmaz. They've spent each Spring and Summer together since 2010.
You may believe that rhino poaching is a one-sided, cut-and-dried affair, but there's nuance, and you can get it in this excellent podcast: The Invisible Hand.
Georgina Savage returns to South Africa to document her family’s fight in a poaching war, but as she gets more immersed in the lives of those involved, she must confront the colonial past of her country and its implications on a conflict close to home.
